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It was only then that he took a closer look at his opponent for the first time.

Carlo, dressed in shabby robes, was standing opposite him at this time, with dark hair and flared brows, often tightly locked brows, sharp facial features, and a look of bitterness and hatred with everyone, putting pressure on the people around him all the time.

Caesar has never figured out when he provoked this person, except for robbing him of his job, there doesn't seem to be too much friction between them, why does he look at himself as if he is looking at the revenge of his father?

Maybe that's how he lives.

In the stands on the side, Avar watched the game with his wife and daughter, and when he saw the two facing each other from a distance, he said loudly:

"You two can start anytime if you're ready. ”

As the words fell, Carlo nodded to Caesar, indicating that he could start at any time.

Caesar thought to himself: Although this man looks unhappy with everyone, he is a bright and upright person.

Caesar looked at the palm of his hand, and the palm lines outlined the country.

It was the first battle he had really fought since coming to Virgina, the first battle he had fought with magic, and he would give it his all, no matter what.

Carlo saw that Caesar had no intention of using a staff, so he disdained to rely on the benefits of the utensils, and also cast spells with his bare hands.

He flicked his robe, stretched out his right hand, and swiped a mysterious trajectory in the air. As his fingers wandered, purple lightning flashed "crackling", flowing along the trajectory he had traced. The electric light that appeared from time to time surged with Carlo's momentum, and soon, the air in the entire arena seemed to be charged, and the static sound of "Zizi" was transmitted between the void.

Looking at the imposing Carlo, Caesar didn't think much about it and subconsciously rushed towards his opponent.

Who knew that this move surprised everyone, and Nicole blurted out:

"Could it be that he is a battle mage? ”

There is a special kind of mage in this world who practice magic while honing their flesh. The magic they master is mainly auxiliary magic, and they use the combat skills of the swordsman when fighting, but they are not supplemented by fighting energy, but rely on magic to apply positive states to themselves.

However, with the passage of time, such battle mages have become fewer and fewer, and they have gradually withdrawn from the stage of history. The reason is simple: the cultivation of magic requires a lot of time of meditation, and the training of the physical body also requires hard work, and few people can do both at the same time. Someone once said that if you have such a talent and can cultivate magic and physical body to the extreme at the same time, if such a genius specializes in magic or majors in fighting spirit, I am afraid that the strength is only high or low, so there is no need to cultivate both.

The existence of vindictive spirit is actually the gospel of those who have trained their bodies to the extreme. Because Dou Qi is simple and easy to cultivate, although it is not as powerful as the magic that destroys the world, it does not need to spend a lot of time to meditate like magic, and it is precisely because of this that those swordsmen who pursue the limits of their physical bodies and combat skills will use their Dou Qi to complement each other and spend more time polishing their flesh and studying their fighting skills.

However, only Alva knew in his heart that in fact, a strong body was only good for the mage, and there was no harm. When a mage is casting powerful magic or even a forbidden spell, the brutal magic will often bring a huge load to the body, so excellent physical fitness can just solve this problem, and the forbidden spell that many mages dare not use will no longer be a problem. However, meditation and physical training were too time-consuming, so the mages finally gave up on physical training little by little.

And on the martial arts field, Carlo, who is accustomed to passive defense between mages and then you and me round and one round of magic bombardment, was first startled when he saw Caesar who suddenly rushed towards him, but his excellent combat quality made him immediately adjust his state, and the movements in his hands and the silent chanting in his mouth were not affected.

Seeing Caesar getting closer and closer to him, he didn't lose his rhythm at all. Finally, the purple ** magic circle was suspended in the air, like a scope, straight at Caesar who rushed towards him.

"Fork lightning!"

Electricity suddenly surged out of the magic array, illuminating the darkening sky.

Several bolts of lightning entangled with each other struck Caesar as he ran.

Fork Lightning! Level 3 Magic!

Alva nodded.

Magic ranges from level 1 to level 10, and above level 10 there is an existence called a forbidden spell. Ten levels of magic correspond to ten levels, generally speaking, what level of mage only needs to master the magic under that level, and those higher-level magic are generally used as their own hole cards because they are more difficult to cast.

As a great magician, Carlo was able to chant at such a speed, and he was really good at using magic such as forked lightning, which is quite powerful in third-level magic.

The lightning flashed, and the target was impartial, it was Caesar.

Caesar did not panic, his toes touched the ground, changed the angle slightly, and jumped out in other directions, easily dodging the lightning.

Alva's eyes twinkled.

This speed is probably not inferior to that of a swordsman. It was hard to believe that a magic apprentice who had not cultivated Dou Qi could dodge the third-level magic fork lightning with only reflexes at such a speed.

While Caesar dodged Carlo's blow, he took advantage of his magic to break the schedule and with a backhand swing, three fireballs appeared out of thin air and shot straight at Carlo's door.

Is it a first-level magic fireball technique?It is really not easy to instantly send out a fireball technique with a damaged magic circuit. It seems that the rumors that his spiritual power level is also not low, which is indeed true.

Carlo was unhurried in the face of the fireball, blocking with one hand, and a barrier of thunder and lightning intertwined in front of him. Three fireballs sank into the lightning and vanished without a trace.

Caesar didn't think about being able to win with the fireball technique, on the contrary, the three fireballs were just to hide people's eyes.

Caesar, who threw out three fireballs, suddenly disappeared in front of Carlo, who looked around but couldn't find him.

At this time, Caesar relied on the extreme speed of his body to go around behind Carlo, he secretly smiled bitterly, the magic circuit was damaged, making it difficult for him to accumulate mana, and the three small fireballs actually consumed most of the remaining magic in his body.

As a last resort, he attached what little magic he had left to his hand. I saw a raging flame on his hand, which seemed insignificant, but it was enough to hurt the enemy.

Before Carlo could react, Caesar imprinted his flaming palm on his back.

Who knows, Carlo, who is experienced in combat, felt Caesar's line of action, and it was even more intentional to expose the flaws in his back.

The magic shield that had been prepared suddenly appeared in front of Caesar, and the palm wrapped in flames struck the magic shield, and the powerful electricity instantly extinguished the fire. Lightning flashed, and the lightning touched Caesar's body, sending it flying in an instant.

Nicole in the stands saw Caesar flying out involuntarily covering her red lips, and her heart fluttered.

Is there a winner?

The battle between low-level mages was really boring in Alva's eyes, and the occasional flashes of bright spots were only used as a criterion for his judgment.

Looking at Caesar, who had fallen to the ground, he shook his head.

This person is extremely strange, and his fighting style is extremely close to that of a battle mage, but in the end, his strength is not enough at all.

It was an unfair battle, and Alva's purpose was to examine Caesar's way of fighting. Some people are indeed geniuses in cultivation, and Caesar is expected to become such a genius after healing the magic circuit. But there is a world of difference between a genius in cultivation and a genius in combat, and a genius in cultivation may be able to raise his level more quickly. But when it comes to life and death, those combat geniuses are often able to burst out with two hundred percent or even stronger energy, and they are often able to fight beyond the level. Only these people can enter the eyes of the head of his Royal Demon Dao Regiment.

He didn't know why Caesar chose this way of fighting, but he chose the most difficult path, and the facts proved that he was probably not a genius in battle, at least not as good as Carlo in front of him.

Caesar was bounced off by the magic shield and lay on the ground, in fact, his heart was helpless. Now the magic circuits in the body are empty. With his mana, it was difficult to hurt Carlo in the slightest, and his only chance was ruined by underestimating his opponent.

He quickly stood up and patted the dust all over his body.

Who knew that when he stood up, it surprised the others again.

Alva thought that the coffin had been closed, but who knew that the kid stood up like nothing. As a mere magic apprentice, his body has not been baptized by magical elements for a long time, and his magic resistance is naturally almost zero. Normally, such a person should lie down for several hours even if he touches a magic shield with little power, but he ......

Unbeknownst to him, Caesar's body had already been washed by dragon blood, and any fire or thunder attribute energy could hardly hurt him in the slightest. On the contrary, these energies, whether they are fighting qi or magic, will only become his food and replenish his energy.

After all, the Lord of Thunder and Fire is the one who stands at the top of the pyramid.

But in the same way, for him now, it is even more difficult to hurt his opponent without fighting spirit.

This made him sad, so he lay on the ground and agonized for a while.

I don't know what Alva would think if he knew the truth.